Paul Beckman

Paul Beckman writes everywhere and sells real estate in Connecticut. One endeavor is much more rewarding than the other. He’s been published in The Raleigh Review, Boston Literary Review, The Brooklyner, Web Del Sol, Playboy, 5 Trope, Word Riot and other wonderful venues in print, on line & via audio and photography.

Stories by Paul Beckman

Don’t wait. Do it now. You might not be able to do it later. You never know. Take your time. Think about the consequences first. You can always come back and do it later. My parents gave me conflicting advice over the years and now I’m conflicted. I haven’t seen them in the two years they’ve …

We were having a campout in our backyard when the motorcycle gang showed up. They weren’t really riding motorcycles and I’m not sure they were a gang either. They were a handful of codgers, three riding mopeds and two on Vespas with one in a golf cart. They had codger uniforms; hush puppies, flannel shirts, pants …

I was snooping through my wife’s closet in between football games while she was away trying to connect with her family at one of their, “Tell us how you feel about that,” reunions, when I found something tucked away in a shoebox under a pair of sequined high heels. Her family has a mutant psychology gene …

Melancholy engulfed Betsy when she realized Henry wouldn’t be coming home to their cape cod again. Their fights had gotten more personal and below the belt as of late and she knew that while it was both their faults; it was mainly hers. Why can’t I leave things and accept an apology? She couldn’t, she didn’t …

Dear Mom… You were sure right about the foliage. The New Haven Green is ablaze with multi-colored trees and the constant changing hues made me want to draw or paint them so I bought a small colored pencil kit and have included a couple of sketches. Hope they’re not too abstract for your liking. I’m …